New color, big pain in the butt.

A project we've been dreading since we moved in is now underway... painting! The south wall of the house was peeling so bad we were afraid it wouldn't make it another winter without dry rotting all the way through. So at the beginning of October we started scraping. And it's November now, and we're still scraping in between snow storms! But, I have most of the front of the house painted, first coat anyway. See all the area on that wall that is white? That was all bare wood, scraped off by me, the hubby and my parents! It will eventually be red again.
The trim is all going to be brown instead of white... I love it! We really thought hard about changing the color. The red was ok, but was very barn-y, and since the former owner showed up a couple times, I've been all about changing the look of it as a reminder that this is MY house! Not yours! But after a few walks and drives around the neighborhood, we realized that 95% of the homes are some sort of brown, grey, beige... and ours really stands out and looks good red. It wants to be red. It has been red since 1970, so why change?

So we decided to change the trim. We tore off the shutters and painted the corners of the house red, instead of white. I think it looks much more modern, and less barn-y. Hopefully over Veteran's Day we'll get temps high enough to paint, and no rain. I want to get at least the south side and the trim in the front done!!!

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